WILD COLONIAL BOY

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doogan was his name

He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castle Maine

He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy

And dearly did his parents love, the wild colonial boy

At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home,

and to Australia's sunny shores, he was inclined to roam,

He went and robbed the stagecoach, he shot James McEvoy,

a terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One fine and sunny morning as Jack he rode along,

listening to the mocking birds, singing a pleasant song,

Three mounted troopers charged him down, Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy,

The trap was sprung to capture him, the wild colonial boy.

Surrender now, Jack Doogan, you see it's three to one

Surrender now, Jack Doogan, you are a plundering one,

He drew a pistol two pistols from his belt, and cursed the name Fitzroy,

I'll fight, and never surrender, said the wild colonial boy

He fired at trooper Kelly and brought him swiftly down,

And charging on to Davis, he received a mortal wound

A bullet pierced his bold young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy,